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Lucifer confessing to an artist reader

・❥ Lucifer gets jealous, and has to prove his love for you

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

x: WOW this was a rollercoaster to write. Alastor being petty, a musical number, and.. 😏 you’ll have to read and see!

warnings: Mild swearing

“Mreow?” 

You stirred slightly under the covers in your bed, waking from the noise. You were so warm and cozy, in your little nest of pillows that you hugged to your chest. Stilling yourself, you strained your ears, listening for whatever had awoken you.

“Mreooow,” came that needy, animalistic cry again.

“KeeKee?” You whispered hoarsely.

A high-pitched chirp answered your question.

Grumbling in protest, you grasped the sheets and pulled them from your face. Squinting at the morning light emanating from the large windows on the other end of the room. 

You rubbed a hand down your face, in an attempt to squeeze out the exhaustion still fogging your mind. With a sigh, you pivoted, placing your feet on the cold, wood floor beneath.

Now where was that furball? 

You scanned the room, before your eyes landed on the small black and white cyclopean cat. She sat on your nightstand, her tail swishing with happiness as you answered her call. 

“You silly kitty, what do you want so early in the morning?” You questioned her, and received another chirp as a response.

You always found it fascinating that the small feline was actually the key to the hotel, created by Lucifer’s magic as a gift to Charlie when she took over the place. 

You could feel it, even now, that warm crackle of energy as it flowed off KeeKee’s fur. It was faint, but so familiar. If you buried her face in her fur far enough, you could even smell traces of his scent. 

As you and Lucifer grew closer, so did KeeKee. She had started following around the hotel, always a few steps behind as you traveled the halls. This morning routine of hers wasn’t new either. Before, you’d open your door and find her sprawled out on the ground on her back, her belly exposed as she greeted you. 

You started leaving your door cracked after that, allowing her to enter whenever she pleased. She’d make her bed on the same cushion Lucifer was so fond of while you painted, and drift into sleep. 

Sometimes, you’d use her for practice sketches. Although you could only do so while she dreamed, as she was not as good at sitting still as Lucifer was.

It was almost as if she sensed the connection between the two of you, mirroring your bond with her own loyalty. With a soft smile, you reached out to pet KeeKee, feeling the comforting vibrations of her purrs resonating through your fingertips. 

Rising from the bed, you made your way into the small bathroom. Twisting the sink handle, you let the fountain of water flow into the drain as it is heated. 

Your eyes landed on the object next to the faucet, and you smiled unconsciously as you picked up the yellow rubber ducky. 

“Your new soap dispenser,” Lucifer had stated one evening, “Easily compactible to take it on the go and.. with the scent of apple pie.” 

He demonstrated by softly squeezing the sides of the toy, and a small glob of soap left its mouth and landed into the palm of his hand. 

You had taken it from him and lifted it to your nose, inhaling a deep breath. 

“Delectable.” You teased, before placing it on the table beside you.

After his little performance at the art studio, Lucifer’s affection towards you grew bolder by the day. He often arrived at your room with a gift or two, even more than his silly little ducks. 

Once, he brought you a small violin, the color pure angelic white with golden strings. You had stared at it in awe when he set it on the table.

“It’s white for you to paint,” Lucifer had explained, “Whatever little fantastical ideas you have to cover this instrument with, I just know it’ll be amazing.”

You had blushed, before letting your fingers glide across its smooth surface. Tracing its frame, memorizing its shape. 

“I was going to get you a fiddle, like my own. But, I believe this best suits the musical pieces you are so familiar with.”

You sat across from each other at the dining table in your room, arms resting lazily on its surface as you sipped from your glass of Spiced Apple Wine. 

That was another gift he had brought you. Claiming he only enjoyed the taste of fine-aged wine from his personal cellar. You had gotten used to its slightly sour taste by now, but you were glad for that slight pinch on your tongue. It kept you from ogling Lucifer for too long.

The only light emanating from your room was the candles placed around you, their flames dancing, casting shadows across the walls. The soft ting of piano keys thrummed in the air, flowing from a small brown radio on your dresser.

Not too long ago, Alastor had given it to you for your personal use. A very rare gift from a demon like him. You had just assumed it was his way of getting you on his side, your unease of him must’ve been apparent enough. 

Your years of attempted swindling by potential buyers for your pieces created a sixth sense, the ability to smell when someone’s words didn’t echo their intentions.

Even though you had no animosity towards him, and spoke to him frequently enough that you did not feel any kind of negative intentions from him, his mysterious past and psychopathic tendencies struck you as odd. His presence was dark and cold. 

Nothing like Lucifer’s, who’s aura was so warm and energetic you could get drunk off of it. 

Alastor’s? That would sober you up in an instant.

Why didn’t you feel the same about Lucifer? After all, he had the same charm that swooped those around him off their feet. 

‘His ability to love,’ you concluded in your head, ‘that was why.’

He showed deep care for the people close to him, while Alastor always held people at arms-length. Literally and figuratively.

Your personal feelings didn’t mean you weren’t going to use the radio, so whenever you’d hear Lucifer nearing your room, you’d switch it to polka. Learning by now that was one of his favorite genres. It played in the background as you discussed the violin.

“I think it’s best if you taught me how to play, I might have some knowledge on musical history, but that doesn’t mean I know anything about the instruments themselves.” You had conceded.

He shook his head at that, “Nonsense. If there is anyone I know that could pick up skills like this quickly, it would be you.”

“What makes you think that?” You had laughed.

“Because, you’re amazing. Talented, with passion that could take on the world. You and my daughter have more in common than you think. A drive that I wish I had.”

That had stopped your train of thought, your cheeks heating once more. Most times you would try to brush off his comments, and continue on to the next subject, even if those words made it hard for you to fall asleep that same night.

But this time, you let his words linger in the air between you. The faint glow from the candles illuminating his face, his angelic features intensifying. 

It was your turn to make a move, you couldn’t let him have all the fun.

Slowly, your hand traveled across the table, until your fingers grazed his own. Lucifer never pulled back, instead, he accepted your advance. Lacing his fingers with your own.

The two of you didn’t speak, you didn’t need to. The day could be filled with laughter and quick-wits. But, the night? That belonged to your silent bouts of affection.

Just two pairs of eyes staring out through the large open bay windows, the flickering lights from the city your own little TV. 

What was he thinking about? You had wondered. You were aware of the divorce of his wife years ago, and the fracture of his family still weighed on him. Even if his relationship with Charlie was improving the day. Did he blame himself for his family splitting? 

You had never pried him on such things, there was no reason to bring him more pain. He’d open up about it when he was ready, he always did.

Was that why he was slow to actually ask for your kindness? Your care? 

Your love? 

He was a showman, with a drive to impress strangers around him, to win them over with his charm and flare. But you weren’t a stranger, not anymore. 

There was this tiny parasite that gnawed at the back of your mind, whispering such horrid things of him leaving you if you made the first move. 

‘His pride is too great to let him be swooned completely by a lower demon,’ it hissed, ‘He just wants something casual, nothing truly real,’

Was that true? Would he reject you and move on? Surely, there were much stronger, much smarter demons than you in Hell that he could choose. 

Maybe, you’d just have to grow a backbone and ask him. 

‘Soon’, you promised.

The calming scent that wafted from the candles around the room pulled you away from such thoughts. Instead, you used your free hand to lift the wine glass to your lips, downing the remaining liquor. Your body blooming with warmth as it traveled down your throat, and your head turning fuzzy with bliss. 

A gentle thump as KeeKee landed on the counter pulled you back to reality. You finished washing your face, and placed it into the cool embrace of the small towel in your hands.

Turning away from the sink, you walked back into the main room. KeeKee trailed you as you rummaged through your dresser, plucking out items of clothing as you began to change for the day. 

“Come, KeeKee,” You called, clicking your tongue at her as you strided to the doorway of your room. 

She responded with a chirp and raced past you, out into the hallway. You watched her scurry down the stairs as you headed for the lobby. You were supposed to finish the season of RuGaul’s Drag Race this morning with Angel Dust, and honestly, it was a pretty good show.

Unfortunately, the raised bump in the carpet right in front of your foot had other plans.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you fell forward, your arms instinctually raising to catch your fall.

You hit the ground with an oomph. Luckily, you caught yourself in time to not face any serious injury. Except the sting of your pride. You lay there defeated for a moment, the ache in your arms subsiding slowly.

“Well, hello down there, my friend!” Came a familiar call, static trickling from their voice.

 “Hello, Alastor.” You greeted the Radio Demon with a painful sigh. 

“It appears you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle, hm? Let me help you with that.” 

Black tendrils gathered around you, they were unnaturally cold and you squirmed against their touch. 

They tightened around you and lifted you up, up, and up until the soles of your feet were steady on the ground. They flowed off of you, disappearing like a shadow into Alastor’s form.

“Thank you, Alastor. That was very kind of you,” you spoke as you brushed dust off your clothes. You’d need to talk to Nifty about coming to your side of the building more often to clean. 

“It was no problem, my friend. I could not just sit by and allow you to take such an attitude from that silly carpet.” 

Alastor snapped his fingers, and the tiny lump in the carpet that had delivered the tripping blow vanished. Leaving behind a nice, smooth surface.

His head snapped back up to you, that large smile still plastered on his face. You were about to open your mouth again when his gaze landed on something behind you, past the railing.

“Ah, I see you have finished another one of your paintings! What a wonderful piece this is, yes, truly remarkable!” 

He walked forward, and placed one hand on the railing. On the opposite side of the room, at eye level to the second floor, was a painting depicting a very large, glittering lake. A tall forest surrounded it, with massive snowy mountains as the backdrop. 

Small winged-angels sat near the waters, feasting on grapes and wine as they enjoyed the summer sun. Some stood near white-freckled fawns as they fed them fruits and nuts, their faces lit in joyful smiles. 

“Yes, it took me forever. Water is a pain to get perfect. Do you.. think it fits?” 

“Of course it does, my dear!” His enthusiastic voice not missing a beat, “I think Charlie choosing you for this job was a marvelous choice! You must have taken much inspiration from some of the classic artists.. Perhaps Edgar Payne?”

A look of surprise crossed your face. He knew about the famous western landscape artist? Alastor didn’t seem like a fine arts kind of man to you.

“I used some of his techniques, yes. I didn’t know you had such knowledge, Alastor.” You responded, a hint of questioning in your tone. Prompting him to speak more about the subject. 

Alastor waved his hand in the air in a brushing motion, as if it was no big deal.

“Oh, here and there. When I was alive hosting my radio show I once toured an art gallery for an advertisement. His pieces were on display, and I suppose his work has been imprinted in my mind ever since.”

“That’s very interesting, actually. I shouldn’t be surprised though, you seem to be in favor of many classic mediums.” 

“Mm, yes. I just can’t stand the way modern society has seemed to falter from its most creative forms. I’m sure soon they’ll just start paying robots up there to make art for them.”

You doubted that, people using robots to make art? What was the point of it if not created by the human hand?

It was then you caught his eyes darting to something behind you, towards the staircase. Did his eye just twitch?

Alastor’s toothy grin widened further, which you thought couldn’t be possible. Before you could turn around and get a look at whatever had captured his attention, his gaze landed back on you.

He quickly sidled much closer to you, and placed his free hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened at the touch, he’d never been brazen like this before. Let alone being this close to you. 

Suddenly, he let out a loud, boisterous laugh at nothing particular. His head slightly shook from side to side like he just heard the funniest story in his life, which made you lean back slightly at his very odd actions.

“Oh, my dear, you are such a charm. Truly. I always enjoy our little talks about your ideas. You are so very passionate about your work.” 

Your eyebrows raised in suspicion at his behavior. What was this man up to? 

“We should definitely continue our talks sometime, perhaps, in the comfort of your study?” He questioned, placing his other hand on your shoulder, “Maybe, you could even teach me some of that history you have trapped in your noggin, mmm what was that era called.. the Renaissance?”

Your mouth parted slightly as you contemplated his words. He wanted to learn from you? You had never graced anyone with your teachings other than Lucifer, and you kind of liked it that way.

“Well.. I don’t know if-”

“Ahem.” Came a familiar, male voice from behind the two of you. 

Your words caught in your throat. Uh oh.

You watched Alastor’s grin deepen into a knowing smirk. His eyes snapping to the figure behind you, eyebrows raised. 

You pivoted, seeing the familiar pale face staring intensely at you, practically into your soul. You tried to smile at him, your teeth clenched painfully as you stood besides Alastor. His hand still on your shoulder. 

You tried to speak through your eyes, desperately trying to tell him this was not something you had asked for. You weren’t sure whether he could read it.

Lucifer’s gaze diverted to the hand on your shoulder, and you could feel a crackle of scorching hot energy in the air around you.

“Why, hello there, your majesty.” Alastor greeted him with mock enthusiasm. 

“What a surprise to see you here,” Lucifer responded, a slight growl in his voice. He straightened his back, leaning slightly forward on his staff, as though the scene before him was not a bother. He was terrible at hiding it though. 

“Indeed. My dear friend and I were just discussing their paintings, aren’t they a wonder?”

“Of course they are.” Lucifer responded. 

“We have such good conversations, you know, about their vast knowledge on the subject. It makes me envious really.” 

He released your shoulder from his grasp, and you scooted an inch away from him. 

“Perhaps, one day, you would care to join us? But I'm sure their line of work isn’t something you are interested in, hm?” Alastor’s words left his lips, and Lucifer’s teeth bared at that.

Alastor’s smile intensified as his own energy filled the room, an invisible dual of power was beginning to emerge between the two demons. It reminded you of what happened when Lucifer had arrived at the hotel for the first time, when they had fought for the position as Charlie’s father figure. 

Alastor wasn’t an idiot though, Lucifer could eradicate him at any moment. Was just simply irritating the fallen angel his only motivation?

Was Alastor’s initial conversation with you just to pull the strings of what was happening now? Did he know Lucifer was coming to see you? That sly asshole.

Alastor turned away from Lucifer’s glare, and met your gaze.

“How is that radio doing that I gave you? I hope you’ve been putting it to good use, I was trying my hardest to

think of the perfect gift for you, and I just knew that you would be interested in it.” 

“It was.. nice, thank you.. Alastor.” You responded, afraid what would happen if you ignored his question. 

“My pleasure, dear friend. We’ve been through thick and thin, you and I. It’s only right I share with you a piece of my.. admiration towards you.”

Admiration? 

Lucifer stalked up to the two of you, staring daggers in Alastor’s back. Clearing his throat, he let out a dark chuckle.

“I’m sure your little relationship is over-exaggerated,” He said, his tone passive aggressive, “I’ve hardly seen you in the same room together, let alone have such meaningful conversations.”

“But, of course we do! I was there the first day they walked through those doors. I was the one that welcomed them to their new home, and it was I who furnished their room in the first place. Seeing as barely anything has been changed or moved around, it is safe to say our connection is much deeper than you may think.”

You heard Lucifer growl again. His eyes flickering to a shade of red.

“Well, it’s too bad your gift is useless now.” Lucifer hissed, “They have an instrument of their own, which I have provided them.”

Alastor’s ear twitched at that, and he turned to you in mock fascination. 

“Oh, an instrument? Did you know I used to play in a band?” He turned to you, his questions armed with ill intentions, “I would love nothing more than to give you a lesson or two!”

“I am going to teach them, actually.” Lucifer snapped, “I couldn’t imagine the terrible noises that would come from you plucking strings like a tone-deaf banshee.”

Alastor laughed at that before reaching out and grabbing your hand. You had the growing itch to rip it away, but his stare whispered dark things, and you relented. Allowing him to grip your wrist loosely.

“Well, this has been fun, and I would like to continue our talks,” He addressed you, “But I have important business to attend to within the hotel, as your faithful hotelier. Perhaps, later tonight?” 

Your smile faltered for a second, giving him a slight glare. You weren't going to let him think you were falling for his games.

“Such a shame you have so much attention on you from so many others, those demons on the streets really look at you with such enamoration. My word, just practically begging for your attention! If only you would share all your ideas and knowledge with just me, you’d know how fantastic of a listener I am.”

“Others?” Lucifer asked incredulously.

Alastor ignored him, instead, he did something that you never expected.

He gingerly pulled your hand closer to his face, before leaning down slightly and placing a quick peck to your knuckles. You gasped, placing a hand over your mouth to cease it quickly. 

It was meaningless, you could tell. An act to simply further spur on Lucifer’s rage. 

“Why you pompous little fucking-!” Lucifer roared, but was cut off by Alastor’s maniacal fit of giggles.

Suddenly, the red demon evaporated into a large green cloud of smoke. A gust of freezing wind rushed you as he vanished. Behind you, Lucifer’s large hat was carried with the gust of wind, and he was left practically frothing at the mouth, his hair disheveled from the wind. His eyes still a dark sickly-red. 

You strode up to him, placing a hand on his arm. Trying to get him to look at you. 

“I promise you, we were not talking genuinely just then, Lucifer.” 

“Do you have conversations with that creep when i’m not around? Have you been telling him the same things you’ve shared with me?” 

You rolled your eyes, letting out a breath of hot air. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just getting under your skin. I’ve barely spoken with him.”

“What did he mean by ‘others’? You have suitors that i’m not aware of?”

You leaned back, confusion spreading across your face. Was Lucifer.. jealous? Was the thought of other demons trying to get intimate with you.. bothering him?

“What? Well, I don’t know, maybe. It’s not like I-”

“It’s me who knows almost everything about you. I’m the King of Hell, what can anyone offer you that I can’t?”

What was this? He’s never spoken a word about courting you, which is why your feelings towards his affection were mixed. But now, he wants to? 

“And here I thought I could make it to the overlord meeting in time,” He growled. Before his gaze was renewed with fresh determination.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer, and snapped his fingers. 

Before you could blink, the area around you melted and transformed into a beautiful restaurant. You were sitting at an oak table, candles lit around you. A wine glass in front of you.

Lucifer materialized at the seat across from you in a very tight, clean black tuxedo with a red bow tie around his neck.

He gave you a playful smirk, before another figure strode to your table. You looked up, and saw.. Lucifer? Again? This time in a classic waiter outfit, an apron tied around his waist. He held a plate of food in one hand, before setting it down before you. 

“You’re favorite dish, catered by yours truly.” Waiter Lucifer spoke confidently.

You looked down at the foodstuff on the plate, your mouth watering. It really was your favorite dish. You reached out to grab it, before you were thrusted into darkness again.

Where were you now?! 

You were sitting on a very comfortable cushioned chair, and as you whipped your head around, noticed that there were rows and rows of the same kind of chairs. 

“What the hell is going on?!” You yelled to the scene, but received no answer. 

Placed in them were more.. Lucifers? They all whooped and cheered, clapping at whatever was in front of you. You turned your head, taking in the sight before you.

It was a lit stage. The curtain was closed, so you were unable to see what was on it. Suddenly, the curtain lifted, and there was Lucifer again, he held a Violin, similar to the one he gave you, but this time in pure gold.

He looked at you before gliding the bow across its strings, the echoes of its chords filling the room. You perked, recognizing its tune.

It was ‘Innsbruck, I must leave thee’! The same one he had asked you about when you caught him humming that one time.

Did he learn it… just for you? Your heart fluttered. Was this grandiose display just him trying to prove that he cared about you and your interests?

It continued for a moment longer, the strings on his instrument singing with raw power. It was a beautiful sound, and for a moment you were lost in it. Emotions from your past bubbling inside of you.

And then, he let go of the violin and it began playing on its own. It floated in the air gracefully as its tune continued. He leapt off the stage and landed right in front of your seat. He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it. 

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of where you would be taken next.

“Luci..” You said, giving him a questioning look.

He only smirked at you, his eyebrows raised playfully. You shook your head, a smile blooming on your face at his theatrics, and laced your fingers with his. 

Instead of being thrown into darkness like before, gold flashed around you as he teleported you somewhere distant.

This time, you were on the roof of a very tall building, you shook your head to rid yourself of the dizziness before taking in the sights around you.

You were in Pentagram city, Heaven high above you, it’s white glow helping to light the rooftop like a stage.

Your hand was still gripping his, and he did not pull away. Neither did you. 

Suddenly, a tune began once more. Unfamiliar this

time, and you twisted your head to find where it was coming from, but to no avail. It seemed to be emanating from the entire space around you.

Was there a faint musical number playing in the background, or was that just your imagination?

Lucifer pulled you closer, his classic red and white hats by vest clung to his frame. His hat and overcoat nowhere in sight.

“Lucifer, what are you…” You trailed off, right as he opened his mouth and started to.. sing.

With treasures untold and riches divine,

I offer you the world, to make you mine.

His voice was like velvet, that boisterous playful demeanor apparent as he circled you around, you turned with him, never releasing his hand. He continued, his eyes never straying from you as he sang.

I can offer you kingdoms, castles of gold,

Mountains of riches, for you to behold,

Diamonds that shimmer, like stars in the night,

With every breath, with every sigh,

I’ll lavish you with riches, until the end of time.

His singing ceased, and you were rushed back into reality. You looked at him in awe, enamored by that pretty voice of his. It was ethereal, just like God has designed him to be.

You stood there for a second, eyes fixed on Lucifer’s hand as it entwined with yours. Your gaze traveling to those big, beautiful golden eyes that practically begged for your response. 

In that moment, as the sun above illuminated his pretty face and his shining hair flowing in the gentle breeze, you realized how much you adored- no, loved this man. 

Summoning all of your willpower, you answered. Your lips parted as your tongue began to form words of your own design. You didn’t call up any lyrics from pieces of past design. These words needed to be yours. Needed to say everything you desired and more. 

I don’t want your magic,

I don’t want your gold,

I want your eyes on me,

Until we grow old, 

The words left your lips, soft and buttery, as your confession rang through the air. You desperately hoped your voice didn’t sound like nails against a chalkboard, that it held some resemblance to his own angelic vocals. 

His eyes widened for a moment, before they softened. A sparkle shining in them that wasn’t there before. 

A genuine, heart-melting smile crossed his face as he listened to your words flowing from your tongue so gracefully, like water cascading from the Fountain of Youth.

You took his other hand, pulling him backwards, as you danced across the narrow rooftop, like ballerinas, your footsteps synced and graceful. 

Suddenly, he turned you towards the edge, your heels mere inches from the ledge of the roof. For a moment, you felt like you’d slip and plunge into the depths, but those eyes of his held you steady in your mind.

Until his wings appeared behind him, beating softly, giving you air as he spun you slightly off the rooftop. A pulse of warm energy hit you, and your legs lifted out from under you. Like you were Jane with your Peter Pan, and his magic fairy dust was going to send you gliding off to Neverland.

For a moment, you felt like you had wings of your own. That feeling of absolute freedom, unchained from the ground as you floated for a moment before Lucifer pulled you back to reality.

Your feet hit the rooftop once more and you were breathlessly aware of your heart beating in your throat. Your gaze snapped back to Lucifer once more, and you felt one of his hands lowering to your hip, the other still entwined with yours.

Lucifer leaned forward, and you with him.  Your back curved into an arch as he leaned above you, your lips inches from brushing against each other. You felt like exploding, those butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach threatening to burst.

Both your mouths opened at once, and your words entwined with his as your lips moved once more.

Your caring touch abundantly clear,

It’s all i’ve ever known,

With you my dear, 

I surely fear,

My heart will never be my own.

As your song ended, you felt your heart and mind clear instantly as your truth had finally been told. The look of pure adoration in his eyes was enough to have you trembling under his touch. 

Lucifer pulled you back onto your feet, his breathing heavy and the feathers on his wings ruffled. 

With both hands on your hips, you reached forward and cupped his face. Heat spread across your body as your fingers grazed across the small wisps of hair that curled around his ears.

“Darling, I-”

Before you could let him finish his sentence, you squeezed your eyes shut, and planted your lips against his. He froze for a moment, his breath hitching, before his hands around your waist tightened and he deepened the kiss.

You moved your hands from his face and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, grasping at his shirt collar with hungry desire.

His scent washed over you, and you drank it in with desperation. A sweet, crisp dose of apple cinnamon mixed with faint traces of roses. You thanked Heaven in that moment, for releasing them from their grasp, and right into your arms down here in Hell. 

Your knees hit the ground the same time as Lucifer’s, and you felt the soft touch of his wings as they wrapped around you. Blanketing the two of you from the prying eyes of all the realms. 

He pressed his face harder into yours as he cupped the small of your back. His teeth grazed the bottom of your lip, and you parted your mouth slightly, locking the two of you together even more intensely. 

His lips left yours, and he planted feverish pecks across your cheek all the way to your earlobe. He bit tenderly on it, and you had to squeeze your lips together to stop from whimpering. He continued, trailing down your neck with hungry kisses, before burrowing his face into your shoulder blade.

You felt his teeth graze the artery in your neck, and you gasped, grasping at his hair desperately as pleasure coursed through your veins. His breath hot against your skin, tickling it.

“Fuck,” You moaned, and his response was to push you farther into bliss as he suckled on your neck. Waves of pleasure hit you once more, and you began to sloppily kiss the top of his shoulder, slightly exposed from your roughhousing.

Lucifer tightened his grip around you, pulling you as flush to his body as he could manage. You both sat there on your knees in a mix of breathless gasps and hums of pleasure.

You did not want this moment to end. Finally, the both of you had opened yourselves up to your true feelings. You smiled at the thought, and planted a kiss on his earlobe as he lifted his head slightly from your neck.

Suddenly, the watch on Lucifer’s wrist buzzed violently, and you heard him curse under his breath.

“Is that for your meeting?” Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Unfortunately,” He grumbled, before switching off the noise. He didn’t move from his position though, and you realized he was going to try and skip out on it.

“You should go.” You spoke, almost a command.

“Why? They’ve been fine without me for this long.”

“You’re the king,” You retorted, meeting his gaze sternly, “Go do your job, i’m not going anywhere.” 

His look of distraught at having to depart sent another wave of butterflies into your body. You couldn’t help but smile before giving him another quick peck on the lips.

“Go.”

“Fine.” 

You both stood up, and his wings uncurled around your body, disappearing into his back. His fingers still with yours, as he reached down for his hat that lay on the ground beside you. You released his grip and fixed his bow tie. Pulling his overcoat back neatly onto his frame, and adjusting it slightly. 

You wiped the sweat off his forehead and smoothed down his hair. Attempting to tidy him up as quickly as you could so he wouldn’t be late. He smiled warmly as you fussed over him.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” You spoke softly, batting your eyelashes at him, “I need a way off this roof.”

He smirked, before grasping his staff and tapping it against the ground. 

A flurry of gold wafted around you, and that same energy tickled at the back of your neck just like it did at the art studio. His face blurring from the cascading waves of warm light that wrapped around you.

“See you soon, My Love,” His voice echoed as your eyes shut and you felt that pull of energy. That feeling of floating on thin air hit you again, as you were warped away. 

“There you are!” Angel dust threw his arms in the air in exasperation a few feet away from you, as the particles of gold that floated above you disintegrated. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the lights in the lobby. 

“Where were you this morning? I had to watch the final episode all by myself!”

Shit. That’s right. You placed a hand on your forehead, berating yourself silently for forgetting. Although you weren’t too regretful about missing out on it for Lucifer.

“I’m so sorry, Angel. I just got.. busy, I guess.”

He shrugged, brushing off his slight irritation. 

“It’s alright, ain’t nobody hurt from it.”

He was going to turn away, towards the bar where Husk was readying drinks for the two of them, before his gaze narrowed in somewhere on your figure.

“Wait, what the fuck is on your neck?” He asked suddenly, his eyes giving you a questioning stare, as he motioned towards it.

You looked at him confused, before reaching up and running a few fingers down the side of your throat. Your eyes flew wide open in surprise, and your hand cupped your mouth as you felt it. Your cheeks set on fire instantly.

Apparently, as a final gift, Lucifer had left a rather large hickey in the crook of your neck. Both Husk and Angel leaned in to get a better look at it, their eyes widening in surprise. 

“That dickhead finally did it, huh?” Husk spoke up, a knowing smirk on his lips as he cleaned glasses behind the bar.

Angel’s eyes lit up in delight, and he squeezed his own cheeks as realization dawned on him.

“Fucking finally! Does that mean you two are a thing now?”

You contemplated for a moment, before meeting Angel’s gaze once more. A smirk growing on your lips. 

KeeKee appeared at your feet, rubbing at your ankles in greeting. You gingerly reached down and picked her up. She was so soft to the touch, and you caught the faint scent of Lucifer once more as she nestled into your chest.

“I guess so,” You finally replied once you situated the cat into your arms, “Now if you excuse me, gentleman, I need a breather.” 

Angel whistled flirtatiously behind you as you walked away, and you couldn’t help the growing heat that hit your cheeks once more.

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a/n: let me know your thoughts!! i almost didn’t added the little singing bit but i cracked my knuckles and summoned the lyricist in me to have some fun. I mean, it can’t be Hazbin Hotel without a song right?

tag list: @ohnoivefallen @doodlebob2726 @coleisyn @loslox

[shattersstar]

bound

pairing: vampire x reader

summary: He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired. It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

warning: horror-ish elements, blood mention., religious undertones (aka general vampire themes/concepts)

a/n: i have so much to say about this lil piece of writing omg okay, i wrote this back in May i believe around the time i was reading we have always lived in the castle and it Shows. its lowkey fantasy which is not like anything i write but the horror-ish vibes r pretty consistent with my original stuff. it is heavily inspired by a lot of the vampire media ive consumed too though even if its not based on one particular character. i have been thinking about it since i wrote it and while im a bit ehhh about posting something original i quite literally have nothing else to share and as i said before y’all keeping i’d still eat the fruit in my notifs is so :)))) so this is a thank you to y’all and a Step back into writing for me hopefully. ramble aside enjoy ! feedback and comments r always appreciated

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It had rained, no—poured, stormed, hailed, cried, screamed. It had swept in during the day, white noise to him as he slept, while it greeted you during breakfast. The clouds wept over the lands in what felt like divine punishment. It was as if nature or something higher than that was against him, accosting or trying to stop him. As he stood at the edge of the great forest, rain pelting the top of his head he assumed there was nothing greater than nature. Not even him. There was nothing higher nor more humbling. God could spite someone, but nature enacted it. It flooded your sleepy town and even sleepier forest and he was on the other side. Confined to his home until the storm cleared and the sun rose.

He would not be graced with your presence yet again and he tried to ignore the call to change you, to have his fangs pierce your skin and his blood run across your tongue. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the hurt it brought and he would never cause that for his love. His dearest who lived on the other side of the forest he was unable to cross. His icy glare moved along the border, not even noticing the rain drenching his billowing black cloak anymore. Somewhere in the forest a branch snapped and animals chattered.

He would live for eternity, he could wait for you. It was his resolution before heading back to his home in the woods and trying not to be angry, to let fury run through his long dead veins and restart his stilled heart. If anything—anyone—could, he knew it was you.

He followed the path compacted over the years of those travelling to stare at his home, humans daring each other to go near it, but never following through when the windows shuddered and a figure moved past one of them like a ghost. Times had changed, but people were as superstitious as ever. They saw his decayed and rotted home and prescribed evil to it. It was overrun with vines, leaves would not grow on them. Even in spring. They stayed black, and gnarled, tightening their hold in his house each season. Thorns protruding from some of the thicker vines, protecting him it seemed. You had noted that, staring at his wondrous home with bright eyes.

It was in a clearing in the forest, grey stone withered away and swallowed by nature. It still stood strong, the outside a grotesque picture that did not reflect the inside. Oil lamps and lighting fixtures alike lit the space from the inside out. It warmed the walls, revealing the deep brown wood panelling that made up the older parts of the house. The stairs were still the original wood, a grand staircase that greeted no one, but him and you these days.

Many of the rooms upstairs had been closed off, sheets gently placed over the old furniture and doors closed forever. He had no need for such space, other vampires stopped visiting when hunters started lingering in your town. You had told him of your many encounters, most were smart enough to stay out the forest, but they still killed many of his kind. Finding them in their carriages amongst the cars rolling down the freshly paved roads. Horses killed along with whoever dwelled inside. They saw themselves as vigilantes, but you had told him most of your town considered them a nuisance. Urban men thinking they can save the more rural lands that bordered their great cities. Cities that forgot the magic that once thrived in places like the forest.

“Their thinking of building a highway through it, connecting us to other towns or one of the bigger cities.” You had explained one day, sitting in his lap and letting him hold you. He hummed, long fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. You placed your warm hand over his and leaned further into his chest. He asked you to let him hold you and you had obliged like always.

He kept those memories in mind, the soft questions he would extend your way and how you listened so dutifully. May I hold you? Will you lay with me? Come walk through the cellar? Can I drink your—

His fist slammed against his dinning room table, nearly snapping it in two as a crack ran jagged through the centre of the chestnut coloured wood. His fangs were out, nails morphed into claws dug into his skin and blood dripped into the crack. He stared at it, muscles in his face twitching as he waited for it to end. Waited for the creature in him to return to laying dormant and his own clear, sound mind to return. Though he supposed it was never very clear or sound anymore, not when you had burrowed inside of him and promised to never leave. And as if his thoughts beckoned you themselves, the old telephone in his study rang. It’s shrill scream echoed through the quiet house, though the ring was discordant, snapping in two halfway through its loop and screeching a pitch higher. The noise made his pointed ears twitch and with a swoop of his cloak he was in his study. He answered it on the normal ring, cutting it off right before it went off tone.

He held the phone to his ear, but waited to speak. “Hello?” You asked, your voice soft and worried. You’d never called him before—truthfully he had no idea this phone even worked.

“Hello my love.” He returned, and you breathed out a happy sigh.

“Oh my god, hi! I found this number in some old directory—phone book thing,” You explained with an airy giddiness that he wished to share, “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but…” You trailed off and he was smiling fondly into the receiver.

“I have missed you.”

“I miss you too, I hate this weather I can never get through the forest when its so rainy.”

“I know.”

“Maybe they should build a highway through it, I could hitchhike my way to see you.” You laughed, but he turned somber. Industrialization finally touching the sacred land of the forest didn’t sit right within him. It may be the great divider that kept him away from you, but it was his home. A highway felt like you were asking to be swept away, to a new town or bigger city that he could not adventure too. He could ask you to stay—he knew you’d oblige—but it was not his place to keep you here. “Is your phone one of those spin, dial ones?” You asked suddenly, breaking through the tension he hadn’t meant to create.

“A rotary phone?” He corrected with a ghost of a grin, “Yes it is.”

“I want to see it when I come over again.”

“And so you will.” It was quiet again and he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his face. He didn’t know he was able to cry anymore.

“I love you.” You whispered, holding your cellphone close, likely curled up in bed and staring out your window at the rain and the forest beyond it.

“I love you dearest.” His voice did not betray the sadness building in him. “Sleep beloved, I will see you soon.”

“Yes, I’m gonna come see you and your rotary phone.” You laughed, forced and watery.

“Soon.”

“Soon.” You repeated, and hung up. He kept the black phone, laced with intricate gold details, to his ear for a moment longer. He had heard your voice at least and could sleep. He moved through his home, snuffing out candles and flicking off switches before finding the one room without windows. A coffin laid on the floor, dark brown and glistening with the finish that had been applied centuries ago.

He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired.

It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

Though it was hard to think of such evil things when looking at your face, he had taken the photo while you were on the roof. Wind had wiped your clothes into a frenzy and you laughed as the night sky twinkled behind you. He had taken it and was surprised when you’d given it to him only a few days later. He had kept up with modern technology as well as he could, but there was always something so magical about photographs to him. He collected hundreds over his life time, faces he knew and others he didn’t. Organized neatly into a collection of books, which he’d let you look through on occasion. He showed you photos from the many lives he’s lived, something about them bringing warmth rushing to your face.

He was always so devastatingly beautiful, regal and hypnotic across all eras. Yet, he couldn’t focus on the kind words that bubbled from your lips as the rushing of the blood under your skin nearly shattered something inside of him. His fangs threatened to meet your skin, but with calculated focus he reigned in his hunger. It was hard at first—you were the only human he had been around in decades—but he did it for love.

Everything he did was for love, it was his reason for existence it seemed. You had other reasons for your claim to life, but to him? You were all he had, the only reason to not let the sun engulf him or let a hunter kill him. He could not break your heart until you broke his. He let that thought dwell in his mind as sleep overtook him just as the sun rose and the rain ended. Its incessant pitter patter had ceased and he somehow dreamt of you standing golden in the forest and beckoning him closer.

He woke up to your face—maybe it wasn’t a dream—as you crouched next to his coffin. Maybe he had finally died and you were welcoming him to where God decided to send him. If you were there it couldn’t be hell. Could it be?

“My love—“ Your hand pressed to his chest, keeping him still. “It’s still daytime, sleep okay?” You whispered, hand moving to his jaw and cradling his face in your palm for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec okay, I just need to change.” He nodded against you, kissing your hand before you let him reside in darkness. He had caught a glimpse of your pants caked in mud and could smell the blood from your skinned palms. Despite the slick terrain it seemed you ventured through the forest to see him. It made his chest shudder and for a moment he thought you had actually restarted his heart.

It was only a few minutes later when you were carefully opening his coffin again, now dawning a loose fitting silk shirt that made his red eyes alight with something wild. You had cleaned your scrapes and mud off your skin, smelling faintly of rain water and the lavender soap you gifted him. You stepped over him, nestling against his side and letting him enclose the two of you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest, knuckles grazing over your hair while you stretched an arm across his torso. Your legs intertwined with his long ones and you let out a breathy sigh.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and while you likely couldn’t see as thing, he could see you perfectly. You shook your head no against his chest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt.

“I just wanted to see you.” You murmured, chin resting in his chest as you made hit best attempt at eye contact in the blackness. “I saw the dining room table, are you okay?” You asked, somehow staring through him in the darkness. He offered his hand instead of finding the words in his throat, slowly unravelling his fist to reveal a mark free palm. He wasn’t sure you understand what he meant or if your eyes adjusted enough yet, until you carefully closed it once again, kissing his knuckles and placed your hand over his. You both were silent for a moment, until you looked up at him again and breathed, “You’re all I want.”

“And you’re all I have.” He held you closer, watching a grin pull at the corner of your lips. He was sure it was that devotion, obsession even, with you that would bring about his downfall. Centuries old and all powerful, but reduced to nothing without you. His strength and knowledge meant nothing if he didn’t have you to share it with.

And you could not stand your stagnant life in a town full of people who wished his kind dead. You chose a trek through the forest during the twilight hours of the morning to see him, bringing him soft kisses and silk under his hands as you let your mouth meet his. You kissed him with all the exhaustion and lethargy wrapped up in the two of you, molasses slow kisses that were just as sweet. It was how you fell asleep, lips to his neck and head tucked under his chin before your warm breathed puffed across his pale skin. He fell asleep not long after, engulfing you in his embrace, his cloak draping over your frame as he decided home was where you asked him to be.

[002yb]

Something about Dick kissing Jason for the first time, Jason's childhood crush just kissed him and his brain stop working

Convenience is the only reason why Jason stays over at Dick's apartment sometimes. It has nothing to do with how comfortable Jason finds it - homey and lived in with all of its clutter: knickknacks from travels, framed photos of friends, and hardy plants that can withstand Dick's hectic schedule and sporadically remembered watering.

There are quilts. Pillows. Added comforts for the sake of comfort and beyond necessity. It feels like a hodgepodge of decor - an atmosphere that reads of a lifetime in the circus and another in the manor; humble and extravagant and surprising no matter how often Jason has seen it at this point.

Back when Jason had first barreled through Dick's window, he thought he had the wrong place. It felt too nice for any bat-raised brat, though maybe Jason is the outlier (a compact studio that's all function over form; no valuables, no warmth; hard to trace and easily disposed of - hardly a home, but 'home' was always something foreign to him anyway). Drapes billowed around Jason from the breeze of the open window behind him and Dick stood in his kitchen, leaned against a counter while watching Jason curiously because Jason is positive he looked as lost as he felt.

He remembers the rug under his boot. Stepping back onto hardwood so he wouldn't dirty it. It's weird to him how that same rug is beneath his bare feet now, toes curling into plush softness before he brings them up onto the couch to sit cross legged. Stranger still is how some weeks ago when Jason fumbled through a demand turned request turned question: help me with a case? Dick smiled and invited him into his space and hasn't made Jason leave since: Yeah. Of course, little wing.

Not that Jason hasn't left. He only stays on an as-needed basis. For the case. Because Jason's continued presence here has nothing to do with Dick's cozy apartment or the comfortable couch Jason dozes off on multiple days of the week now. It also has nothing to do with a persistent and undying crush that has followed Jason through lifetimes.

This arrangement is strictly case-related. It's more convenient to stay. Their schedules - Dick's schedule, in particular - are hard to work around. To maximize their productivity, it makes sense that Jason be here. That aside, it's his case. Begrudging as he was to let Dick in on it, Dick has skill sets that have been invaluable towards finding a resolution (ie. Dick is a shamelessly cunning and manipulative bastard - he puts on a show well; he wears dangerous and dark well, a second skin); he's capable and lessens Jason's burden, speeding everything along by helping Jason be in multiple places at once.

It's a good partnership.

They're still in the thick of it; will be for a while, by Jason's estimate. A commitment Dick has been comfortable making because cases are less pressure than a relationship - leave him alone, damn.

Maybe it's the new single life Dick is back to that has him receptive to Jason's continued company. If whatever girlfriend was around, Jason wonders if Dick would ask him to leave - if he would leave, himself. An added bonus that Dick's company has been, at least Jason would have the apartment still.

Not that Jason is here for the apartment. Or Dick. It's a strategic base of operations, is all.

It's neither here nor there why Dick is agreeable to Jason crowding his space and cramping his style. They work, they eat, they sleep if time permits and then they do it all again. Working around Dick's day job is a pain if only because it's police work, but what's worse is that immediately after the day job comes the night job, followed by the added workload of Jason's tasks and after living staying with Dick sometimes for days at a time, well.

It stresses Jason the fuck out. He doesn't understand when Dick rests; he doesn't get how the hell Dick hasn't run himself into the ground already. Dangers of all the work Dick does aside, the pace isn't sustainable. Forget joining the ranks of the dirty thirties, Dick will find his way to an early death if he doesn't slow down. Jason has been there, done that; he can’t recommend it.

"Take the day off." Jason calls from the living room. He sits on Dick's couch, pouring over all the information and materials Dick gathered a few hours prior while Dick goes about getting ready for another day at the precinct.

He thinks he might hear a tired grunt, followed by a yawn and the sound of Dick bumping into a wall.

"Your work schedules are unreasonable." Jason complains. It's not the first time that he's done so. Unfortunately Dick is as stubborn as the rest of them - more so, arguably. And yeah, Jason can help out by cooking sometimes and having coffee ready to go, but domestic-adjacent help isn't a long term fix even if Jason did get to be domestic long term.

Dick needs to find some work-life balance.

"It's fine." Dick says, brushing off Jason's concern in a way that leaves Jason bristling. "I'll wake up in a bit."

Hardly convincing when Dick yawns for the umpteenth time in a matter of minutes.

"You'll pass out on patrol one of these days." Jason scoffs. "Just because I can carry your dead weight doesn't mean I want to."

Dick snorts from the other room. "GCPD is too high-risk to leave unchecked."

That Jason can't disagree pisses him off. Even still, he taps irritably at the laptop and glares at the screen as he grumbles, "You're overworking yourself. That's all I'm saying."

Grouchy as Jason tries to sound, Dick sees right through it to the earnestness beneath. When he walks out of his room dressed in his blues, he even looks refreshed - endeared. Oh, no.

"You're sweet, little wing."

Fuck. Jason ducks his head, lips pursed and cheeks warm. Dick shuffles about his apartment for a few minutes, drinking the coffee Jason set out before straying back to his room. Lest Jason give himself away more, he can't say anything further. He stays petulantly quiet, refocusing his attention on something that might be more productive than arguing with the wall that is Dick Grayson.

"I'll be back in the evening." Dick tells him. "We'll work more then?"

Jason grunts, sulking as he stares fixedly on the screen and the details of their case. For as strained as Dick is, the research that he's gathered for his side of things is good. Well, not good. It's terrible news, but it's insightful and damning and they can use it to their advantage.

"You might consider taking a break, too." Dick says. It does little more than earn him a withering glare, a weak snarl because the hypocrisy is truly staggering. Dick knows it, too. He snickers, hands raised in a show of placation as he relents, "Alright, alright."

"See you in a few," Dick says, checking the time on his phone before distractedly striding over to where Jason sits on the couch. If only because it's uncharacteristic and not how this routine usually goes, Jason furrows his brows, tilting his head to look at Dick and promptly going still because Dick leans down, brushing Jason's fringe back to kiss Jason's forehead before ducking out to get to work with nothing more than a 'thanks for the coffee!' tossed over his shoulder.

Jason stares after him - at the closed front door - eyes wide and thoughts so overwhelmed that his mind is blank.

What just happened?

Jason raises his hand to hold against his forehead. A blush stains his cheeks a pretty pink, then a flustered red from the tips of his ears to down his chest.

Another moment passes. Jason breaks over himself, closing the laptop and setting his work aside because fuck, that just happened. It's something easily explained away: Dick is exhausted and not thinking straight, or he got caught up in the domesticity of it all and fell back into what might have been a habit from the past. There's nothing to it, but even still Jason's heart hammers in his chest. Stuttering and skipping in time with all the butterflies in his stomach.

Stupid crushes.

The door opens again and Jason jolts to sit upright, still flushed and looking like a deer in the headlights. Dick stares after him, equally wide eyed - cheeks flushed in a way that Jason has never seen because Dick has done the impossible and managed to fluster himself.

There's no denying they're both wide awake now.

And Jason - he can play this any number of ways. A happy accident that he can shrug off to play it cool, a mistake that Jason can hold over Dick's head and torment him for, or it can be a chance. An opportunity no matter how long of a shot it is. Just the thought of it has Jason's heart skipping a beat, his breath caught in his chest; he had planned to take his undying crush with him to the grave (again), but what if...

Flirting is all plausible deniability until its not anyway, right?

"This is why you should stay home."

To kiss Jason again. To kiss Jason right.

Dick's lips quirk into something boyish and charming before he laughs, a quiet chuckle. He leans against the door frame, looking over Jason's expression, "Might kiss you again."

And - nope. It was a valiant effort but Jason is playing out of his league. Get him out. S.O.S. Abort.

Plausible deniability goes both ways and he thinks Dick might have done it better, the fucker. For the life of him Jason can't tell if Dick was making a self-deprecating joke or flirting back. It’s a critical hit either way just for the implication and Jason's heart can't handle it.

Something about Jason's expression must give him away because Dick huffs a laugh, a soft and endeared breath followed by a smile so devastating that Jason feels disarmed.

"Might let you if you do something to deserve it." Jason quips, cheeks flushed, all challenge when he says, "Like rest."

He doesn't expect Dick to call off of work, but his heart might stop when Dick does.

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And then they sit together and work on their case until Dick passes out, head pillowed on Jason's shoulder and Jason is the blushiest of boys.

[sionisjaune]

Part 2 of the problematic sebcedes polyamory by which i was consumed this afternoon:

The aftermath of the failed threesome is as follows: Seb spends Saturday evening watching Taskmaster with Lewis instead of dropping him off at Nico’s apartment, and he is awoken the following morning (read: the crack of dawn) by a spectacular blowjob. Lewis beckons him out of bed with promises of smoothie bowls and granola. Seb likes these things, but not as much as Lewis does. He wonders whether Nico gets this treatment when Lewis sleeps over there. 

By 5:30 a.m., Seb and Lewis are on the way to the beach, Seb in the driver’s seat and Lewis blasting ENNY from the stereo speakers. When they arrive, Lewis changes into his tiny swim trunks behind the car, and Seb strips down to his boxers. It’s fucking freezing, and the sun is just peeking above the horizon. Seb shivers and wiggles his bare feet atop the sand while Lewis ties his hair back.

The polar bear plunge involves charging madly towards the tide with a few hundred other nutty participants and submerging one’s entire body in near zero degree water. Seb grabs Lewis’s hand and orients him towards the water. He can feel himself grinning. Lewis is already bouncing on the balls of his feet—he loves this shit too. 

Seb and Lewis race down the beach, hand in hand, until the water is up to Seb’s waist, and he can practically feel his balls retracting into his body. 

“Fuck, that’s cold!” Seb shouts over the sound of a hundred other freezing people shrieking. 

Lewis giggles madly and pulls Seb under. He comes up sputtering and shuddering, but Lewis rewards him with a sub-zero kiss on the lips. 

In the end, Seb has to drag Lewis out of the water and back to the car. He retrieves the emergency blankets from the trunk, and they cuddle up in the backseat with a thermos of mint tea. 

“We should do this again next year,” Lewis says, knocking his head against Seb’s. 

“I think my toes are going to fall off,” says Seb. Lewis snorts. 

-

After the polar bear plunge, Seb savours a picturesque dinner with Lewis downtown before Lewis has to leave to start packing for a work trip. He wants to protest, but he knows it really will take Lewis most of a day to stuff his ridiculous, designer luggage. Lewis sends him a text when the plane is about to take off, and then five days later Seb is waiting in front of the airport to pick him up. 

Seb helps him heave two suitcases and a compact duffel into the back before kissing him on the cheek. Lewis lingers in his arms for an extra second, his chin on Seb’s shoulder. 

“I missed you,” says Lewis. 

“Let’s stop at the pizza place you like,” Seb says. 

Lewis pulls back with wide eyes. “Cauliflower crust?” 

“Obviously,” says Seb. 

-

Two days later, Seb is back at the airport, dropping Lewis off for the promised Bali trip. Nico is waiting at the gate with his own ridiculous mountain of luggage and giant, tinted sunglasses sliding down his nose. Lewis jogs happily into his arms while Seb lingers beside the rack of overpriced travel pillows. 

Seb crumples the receipt for Lewis’s green juice in his fist, watching Nico and Lewis tow their suitcases towards the boarding area. Nico is literally intolerable—Seb can’t stand to be in a room with him. Speaking to him is like speaking to an ex that knows how to push all of his buttons and doesn’t hesitate to do so whenever it’s convenient for him. The only good part about it is that Nico doesn’t like him either, which prevents Seb from shouldering any guilt. 

He walks back through the airport to get to his car and drive home. Roscoe greets him at the door, snuffling like a human with a severe sinus infection. Seb kneels to the floor to pat him on the head, and Roscoe flops on his back and wiggles gratefully, soliciting tummy rubs.

Seb used to have another partner—this was in the middle of Lewis, two-ish years ago—but he was younger and ultimately not interested in Seb’s lifestyle, so it ended. Still, it was nice to have someone living in his home.

Now it’s just Lewis. Seb is okay with that. 

-

Seb and Lewis are in the car again, on the road to spend the weekend camping out in Joshua Tree. Lewis reserved the site he wanted six months ago and has been talking about it ever since. Seb convinced him to pack one suitcase instead of two, and made him promise they won’t break up during the fight that will inevitably happen while pitching the tent. 

“If anyone would break up with anyone over a tent,” says Lewis, his elbow out the window, “it would be you breaking up with me. Not that I’m calling it, or anything.” 

“Ha ha,” says Seb. “Wait until I tell you you can’t light candles inside the tent.” 

“The tent is flame resistant,” says Lewis. “I checked.”  

Seb shrugs, one hand on the wheel. “Sure. Let’s test it.” 

Lewis snorts, and settles against the window. The dust from the road is floating inside the car, mixing with the afternoon sunlight to form a heavy haze. Lewis looks good in rugged conditions—as good as he does wrapped in fluffy bathrobes and slathered with shea butter.

“So,” says Lewis, turning his torso towards Seb. He really should wear his seatbelt correctly. “About two weeks ago. We didn’t talk about it… but that was objectively awesome sex, right?”

“Excuse me?” says Seb. It figures that Lewis would trap him in the car for this conversation. He blows out an overwhelmed breath. “It was… satisfying, in a certain respect.” 

Lewis tilts his head and sucks on his lower lip. He has that wobble in his eyes like he isn’t very happy with what he’s being told. “You’re telling me that wasn’t the most intense, coordinated scene we’ve ever done?” Lewis rubs his temple. “Fuck, that was so hot, when both of you…” Lewis trails off and his thighs fall open a few extra centimetres. Seb wonders if he’s remembering the part where he and Nico fucked Lewis at once, both holes filled, or when Seb held Lewis down so that Nico could eat him out. 

Seb chooses his words carefully. “It was a challenge,” he says. “There was a lot of negotiation that you didn’t see beforehand.” 

“It was perfect,” says Lewis. Seb chances another look over at Lewis, spread across the passenger side. His smoothie and his kombucha occupy both cupholders, and he clipped an air freshener to the dash that smells like pina colada. “Thank you for doing it for me.”

Seb grips the steering wheel and forces his gaze back to the endless road. He can’t think of anything he wouldn’t do for Lewis, even if Nico were involved.

[terrence-silver]

Ooh, what about exploring a dark, yandere beauty and the beast type situation, where Terry keeps beloved locked away in that palatial gated mansion of his in exchange for forgiving some sort of debt maybe? And then proceeds to totally breach all of their privacy and take away all their agencies and manipulate them into doing all sorts of sordid things, whatever it is he fancies. 💜

---

You ruined Terry Silver’s Charlotte Thomas bed sheets. 

22 Gold Karats - woven directly into the sleek Egyptian cotton.

$2400 a piece.

Ugly as all fuck.

The maintenance of his estate and the surrounding grounds was never an easy affair — not in the 80’s and not now, when he deliberately downgraded and considerably downsized from his Beverly Hills mansion into a more compact sense of accommodation at Malibu, La Costa, and occasionally elsewhere, when he both, here and everywhere he resided depending of his needs — he employed a smaller army of people to ensure everything ran smoothly with people who cooked, cleaned,  washed, tended to his affairs, answered emails, polished his shoes, his floors, took calls he couldn’t be fucked taking, minding the security of the place, and yes, even changing the bedsheets. 

It was very much deliberate. Him breaking protocol.

Indirectly steering you from your very precise and allotted task of tending the issue of swapping out pillow cases with the exact thread count. Smoothing the antiseptic, fitted sheets and removing the used ones twice a week. Cleaning and presenting the appropriate blankets whenever he wasn’t there, and of course, he never was. Always away on business. Always on meetings. Always somewhere. Traveling. From one jet to the other. You never even saw your employer and the owner of the household.  All you knew, poor thing, was that Mr. Silver was very anal about how he slept. The quality of his rest. Where and how he re-charged his body. But, he? He saw you plenty. Oh, did he ever. Through the cameras all around the mansion since day one. A bird couldn’t crap on the roof without him being alerted. The other members of the senior staff who reported to him on what everyone did. At any moment. Any given hour. He liked watching. For two years,  five months , a week and eight days. 

That’s how long you were in his employ.

Even when he entertained himself with other people — other holes — he still watched. A precious butterfly, fluttering at the edge of his web.

And somewhere, between  the time it took to carefully and very meticulously comb through your work resume delivered to him by his majordomo who gave you the maintenance job in the first place and your more personal affinities through the aid of a private detective and his own Internet search (ah, the joys of modernity) Terry Silver decided he’s going to keep you. Keep you..indebted, if you will.  He was never a tyrant, after all. Never with the people he paid. His people. They’d all collectively call him the best of bosses if asked — and he was. He really was. And not just because messing with one’s maids and gardeners was generally considered bad mojo. The clogs in his machine were never to be underestimated and Terry had a devotion to each and every one of them to the point of memorizing everything he could about everyone ranging from his pool cleaner to the people trimming the decorative verge on his grounds. Of course he was mindful of the controversy of getting entangled with his maid but he also found he didn’t give a fuck.

If the rules were smooth bending steel, he was born to bend them.

And yet, for the past six months, he does the unthinkable in specifically requesting — exactly and most unflinchingly of you, through the network of his staff’s hierarchy — that upon his return to the estate, dropped off by his chauffeur, a glass of red Burgundy wine be delivered specifically to his bedroom, to his bedside, and furthermore, his made  pristine white bed on a silver platter, hoping that one day, in the near future, you’ll spill a droplet. Just a droplet, so the head of his managerial staff can remorsefully deliver the news to you; all damages made to Mr. Silver’s property are as per the tiny print in your contract to be worked off with extra hours or cut out of your monthly salary, purely so he can swoop in like the savior of the very narrative he elaborately weaved, and in all his charitable fashion declare that ‘No, Charles, we’re not monsters! They’re just sheets!’ Naturally, all pre-planned. A disaster waiting to happen. Like a banana peel on a greasy floor someone could slip on, one day, a crystal glass of red wine tumbles off of the silver platter you were placing down on the end table he could ritualistically drink out of on scheduled arrival the way he always did, and with a thud, it lands on the clear white bed, like a stain worthy of a crime scene. Spilling. He nearly cums watching you through the camera,  and your body language and expression when he concealed your shriek.

Finally, the last puzzle piece of his plan. Beauty lured into the castle’s dungeon.

Took you long enough. Frankly, Terry hoped you’d be clumsier. 

Terry imagined himself far less patient than he turned out to be in waiting.

He has to laugh, though. What kind of man orders his maid to leave him a silver platter with red wine next to a white bed with obscenely expensive sheets? Only one who wanted to cause trouble on purpose. And he did. And he managed. You were so careful too. For an infuriatingly long time to the point he started contemplating changing tact somehow. So respectful of his things. Where he rested. Your scent all over his pillows, keeping him up at night. And now, those bullshit Charlotte Thomas sheets could finally be discarded in the hazard of your accident. He barely contains your embarrassed sobbing, interrupting the scene of his household’s staff manager chastising you.  He’ll deal with them later. Nobody chastises you. Nobody. Nobody but him . You deserved to be draped in diamonds and jewels, not scorned by someone who’s job it was to oversee his kitchens and guest rooms, and you would be, in due time, but for now, you’d stay here and work and it would all be fine.  You’d work your debt off and you didn’t even know it. Whatever it took to have you around. Nothing was for free, after all. And he’d keep adding to what you owed him and adding and adding until you’d be inadvertently tied to him in a slurry of prolonged work contracts that never expire.

-”C’mon. We’re are all a family here.”-

Terry uses a much reviled phrase while he hovering over you with a paternalistic, warm sense of comfort, offering you a handkerchief to dry your face with when you found one lacking inside the pocket of your own uniform, flustered with anxiety and shame to come face to face with him for the first time ever like this, your immediate superiors in the chain of command  dismissed by him while he spoke to you, right there, in his own bedroom, the floor swiftly mopped down, sheets and mattress immediately removed by his workers. -”A family. A team.”- He claps his hands in front of him tenderly with a smile that he knew could make Grandfather Christmas melt. You shake your head, avoiding his gaze, making yourself appear small, clearly shaken. Did you really think he’d fire you over this? He’d didn’t fire his Dynatox agents when they created an oil spill the size of Burundi in the Pacific Ocean back in the ‘87, and he’d certainly not fire his darling over something he planned for so long. In fact, you performed immaculately. Beautifully. Much like them, you’d be promoted, if anything — promoted , in due time, to the very bed you sullied today.

-”I’m sorry again, sir, I don’t know how that happened. I really didn’t mean to, I —”-

You stutter, infinitely apologetic, and he yearns to order; Call me sir again. Instead, Terry chuckles.

-”Tactically unsound, huh?”- He tries on the airs of a casual, jovial semi-retired business mogul, hands in his pockets. Always worked like a charm. Something people out here ate up like Kale. -”Drinking red wine in white sheets? Totally my doing.”- He makes a down-to-earth joke, trying for self-awareness in a meta sense, and you never even realized he was confessing to his own petty machination to your face disguised as easy going humor; something you’d be working off for the rest of your life if he had any say in it. But, sweet thing? You’d find being with him is the most comfortable place you could ever imagine being. In time, you’d thank him for it. Love him for it. Unable to envision yourself anywhere else but by his side. This was meant to happen; was entirely beyond your control. It was in his hands to decide. You were bound to spill that wine the minute Terry Silver set his mind to it, and no other outcome was possible since then. Maybe your fate was sealed the minute you crossed the threshold of this mansion. -”But, what do I know. I’m just an old man who likes his comforts.”- He shrugs, ever so humble, and you finally peer up, daring to look at him, unsure what to do with his handkerchief now that has been used. Oh, the gorgeousness. In any other situation, he’d take it, moist as it was but for the sake of not putting you off too soon, he gestures for you to keep it. Saintly boss that he is. -”Now, tell you what; clean yourself up and take the day off. You’ve earned it. Tomorrow morning, same time?”- 

Terry suggests, warm as a spring breeze. If he didn’t know any better, he’d charm himself. In due time, though --- not today, not tomorrow, but soon, you’d be broken in ways he needed you to be.

You nod, excusing yourself and walking out, appearing…well…somewhat relieved.

Ah.

Terry Silver’s heart was full.

His little companion; the one who will never leave him or this house.

[rclldamage]

It had been a hard road, yet it was one that had been off the beaten path. Travel without horse or carriage hadn’t been an issue. Only the uneven terrain of the untamed wilds had been. Liam had found a river close by and had taken the opportunity to wash away the grim of travel. A welcomed refresher of cool water against bareskin and a chance to wash travel stained clothes. Night had started to settle by time he returned to the small area he had decided to rest at and the rabbit he had hunted roasted over a crackling fire.

He laid recumbently on his bedroll on his side with a book in front of him. When he had tended to the camp, he had made sure it was compacted enough where all had been in reach. His leather armor was being used as a pillow of sorts, his bow and quiver had been placed against a tree. The only weapon he kept close by was next to the book. One of the handaxes that he had purchased from the last settlement he had come across.

As the fire crackled and warmed his bare skin, a noise raised his attention from the pages of the book. Cautiously, he rose from his position, a hand reaching for the ax by his side in preparation. Hand weapons felt so weighted to him, more comfortable with a longbow in his hand but such a weapon was never best to wield in tighter quarters. “Is someone there ?  Announce y’self and speak friend or enemy.” 

requested starter for @cxncordia. perception check roll: 13.

[whump-n-comfort]

Have you ever considered making your character below the average height or otherwise Short(TM)?

It's the perfect travel size! When your character is just so darn headstrong that they feel the need to run into fatal risks every other day, giving their friends and family raised blood pressure levels, feel free to take a little stress off their backs by making it so they can just pick the character up like a pillow and hightail it out of there

Even if the Big Injury can't be prevented, it still helps in the long run that the character can be gently handled as smoothly as possible. Cradling something akin to a baby monkey close to your chest is a lot easier than trying to cradle something akin to a giant ape!

Are your plans for the character less than pleasing? That's okay too! The bad guys would certainly appreciate having your character be half the size of their henchman; it would be like carrying a sack of potatoes after all. Plus, their size perfectly allows for them to be compacted snuggly into a trunk or maybe even a box if you need to be a little more discreet ;)

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Tagged by @mygeekcorner, thanks Geeky!! 🥰

What book are you currently reading?

Does a textbook count? The only novel-length thing I’ve read for fun since high school is fanfic 😅

What do you usually wear?

A tshirt and jeans. Sometimes a sweater. A lot of scrunchies.

How tall are you?

5.5 ft or 168 cm

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

I’m a Libra! My friends are always excited to remind me that I share birthdays with the actor Khaotung 🤣

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

On Tumblr and Discord, most people call me Blaze, which is a nickname!

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?  

Still a work in progress but so far so good! (Although it should be noted that I wanted to be everything and anything as a child so there was really no going wrong.)

What’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

Good At: Playing the flute! I’m probably a little out of practice now but I used to do competitions.

Bad At: Keeping plants alive. It’s heartbreaking.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Ooooooh! Fun question! Okay okay so it’s probably a tossup between:

“If he dreams of soft lips and what-ifs that night, and wakes up to the regret of having indulged too much in the fantasy of being allowed to be in love, then that’s between him and his tear-soaked pillow.” from The Hardest Thing I Had To Do Is Not Kiss You

Or

“I kept you in the only way I could.” from A Pro Thief’s Guide To Stealing Your Rival’s Heart

Or

This GIF, just because it made me giggle while I was watching the show!

Dogs or cats?

Nuh uh, you aren’t making me choose. I love both cats and dogs with my whole heart.

What's something you would like to create content for?

“Would” implies I haven’t already. I don’t have that kind of self-restraint. Maybe more for My School President? I travelled home for Christmas so I haven’t had the chance to make much content for it these past couple of weeks. I’m planning on making some GIFsets now that break is over! (Fingers crossed the muse of inspiration strikes.)

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

So many things! My School President! Psychopath Diary! Beyond Evil! I’ve been playing the Epic The Musical soundtrack on loop! Specifically Waantul from Between Us! Still hung up on Love In The Air! I could go on and on and on—

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I feel like I’ll get disemboweled if I list all the shows that I was excited for and ultimately disappointed by, so let’s just say there were… multiple… 😅

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Packing many things into a very compact space, a very common but very useful skill!

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

Easiest question I’ve ever answered! A mental memory bank.

Tagging @thepancakelady @arisprite @non-binarypal7 @dreamedofyou @actually-yikes if you want!!

[ichinisankaku]

Backstage Translation - Arisugawa-Style Packing (Part 2)

Homare: What is it, Azuma-san?

Azuma: Here, I was thinking you could use these on your Hokkaido trip.

They're trip bottles that I refilled with moisturizer and lotion. Take them along if you like.

Homare: Ooh! Thank you, Azuma-san.

Azuma: I'm not too worried since Azami will be there too, but it will be dry, so do take care of your skin.

Hisoka: ...As expected from Azuma.

Izumi: …It's these kinds of things, Homare-san!

Homare: Hm?

Izumi: These are the things you absolutely need to take on trips.

If you really think about what you'll actually need on the trip, you should be able to reduce the size of your luggage.

Azuma: What's this now?

Hisoka: Alice's luggage is too big.

He has lots of stuff he doesn't need, so Director was just giving him guidance.

Izumi: I wouldn't say I was giving him guidance…

Homare: It certainly does seem you have a point, Director-kun.

However, just what should I remove…

Azuma: How about you go and ask Kazu for advice too?

He also enjoys going on trips, so he seems to be particular about what he takes. Perhaps you could learn something useful.

Homare: Talking to Kazunari-kun does seem to be a good idea.

Izumi: Shall we go ask him now, then? I also want to hear what he has to say.

Homare: Right, let's be off.

*knock knock*

Homare: Kazunari-kun, is now a good time?

Kazunari: Yeah, come on in!

Kazunari: What's up?

Izumi: Actually…

Kazunari: I see~ Leave it to me, then!

When I'm travelling, I take stuff I can peacefully pass the time with, and minimise my luggage as much as possible with useful items made for that purpose.

Homare: Hmhm…

Kazunari: For example~...If it seems like it's gonna be a long trip, I use a neck pillow like this, and stuff like Winter clothes can be bulky, so I put 'em in a vacuum bag...

Oh, and an extension cord is essential.

Also, if you put your toiletries in a single pouch, it's compact and super convenient!

Izumi: Ah, wouldn't it be useful to put the stuff you got from Azuma-san in one of those?

Homare: Indeed. Small as they may be, they do take up storage space.

Kazunari: It's also useful to have foldable slippers you can use on vehicles, and a power strip you can use in hotels.

Izumi: I see...!

Homare: Hmm... I've come to want many things while listening to you.

Director-kun, would you like to embark on a shopping trip right now?

Izumi: Sounds good! I've also thought of some things I want to get.

Homare: Thank you for speaking with us, Kazunari-kun.

Kazunari: Glad to be of service! Have a safe trip you two!

Part 1 | Part 3

[ardencyelite]

Washable Travel Pillow

The Thailand Authority of Tourism reported an astounding 32 million visitors in 2016, making it a top travel destination. With the vast array of different travel tours and options available, it can be tough to decide which places to visit while in Thailand. To help make your decision easier, we have compiled a guide of the top 10 destinations that are a must-see. (Credits: Image by cadop from Unsplash). If you are looking for a way to be more comfortable when you travel A good Washable travel pillow is an essential item, especially on trips that last several hours. Read more ...

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Upgrade Your Travel Comfort: Discover Where to Buy the Best Travel Pillows for Adults Online in the USA

Introduction to Travel Pillows and their Benefits

Are you tired of arriving at your destination feeling stiff and unrested after a long journey? Say goodbye to uncomfortable neck positions and restless flights! Upgrade your travel comfort with the best travel pillows for adults online in the USA. Whether you're jet-setting across the globe or embarking on a road trip adventure, investing in a high-quality travel pillow can make all the difference in how you experience travel. Let's explore where to find these must-have accessories that will revolutionize your next trip. Buy Travel Pillows For Adults Online USA

Best Travel Pillows for Different Types of Travel

Are you a frequent flyer? Look for a travel pillow that provides neck support and is easy to pack. Memory foam pillows are great for long flights, offering comfort and reducing neck strain.

Are you a road-tripping enthusiast? Opt for a versatile travel pillow that can be used in the car or during rest stops. A convertible 2-in-1 pillow that doubles as lumbar support is ideal for long stretches on the road.

Adventure seekers heading into the wilderness? Consider a compact inflatable pillow that can easily fit into your backpack. These lightweight options are perfect companions for camping trips or hiking excursions. Cruise vacationer planning to relax at sea? Choose a plush and cozy travel pillow with soft fabric covers. Enjoy lounging on deck chairs or unwinding in your cabin with added comfort and style.

Invest in the Perfect Travel Pillow for Your Next Trip!

When it comes to traveling, comfort is vital. Whether you're embarking on a long-haul flight or hitting the road for a weekend getaway, having the perfect travel pillow can make all the difference in how well-rested you feel upon arrival.

Investing in a high-quality travel pillow tailored to your needs can elevate your travel experience. From memory foam to inflatable options, a wide range of choices are available that cater to different preferences and sleep styles.

Consider neck support, material breathability, and portability when selecting the ideal travel pillow for your next adventure. Finding one that aligns with your specific requirements can significantly enhance your overall comfort while on the go.

Don't underestimate the impact of a good night's sleep during your travels – choosing the right travel pillow could be just what you need to arrive at your destination feeling refreshed and ready to explore.

Additional Features to Look for in a Travel Pillow

When shopping for a travel pillow, consider additional features that can enhance your comfort and convenience during long journeys. Look for pillows with adjustable straps that allow you to secure them to different types of seats, whether on a plane, train, or car.

Memory foam pillows provide excellent support by contouring to your neck and head shape while remaining lightweight and easy to pack. Some travel pillows come with washable covers, making it easy to keep them fresh and clean throughout your travels.

For added versatility, choose a pillow that can be used in multiple ways—supporting not just your neck but also your lumbar region or even doubling as a regular pillow when needed. Don't forget about portability; opt for a pillow that compresses down into a compact size for effortless packing in your carry-on luggage.

Considering these extra features when selecting your travel pillow, you can ensure maximum comfort and relaxation on all your adventures.

Unique Features and Benefits of Each Recommended Travel Pillow

As you plan your next adventure, remember that investing in a quality travel pillow can make all the difference in your comfort and well-being during long journeys. Whether you prefer memory foam for superior support or an inflatable design for easy packing, plenty of options are available to suit your needs.

Take the time to explore the unique features and benefits of each recommended travel pillow to find the perfect fit for your travel style. With the right travel pillow by your side, you can upgrade your comfort level and arrive at your destination feeling refreshed and ready to explore. So why wait? Buy Travel Pillows For Adults Online USA today and enhance every moment of your journey!

[travelagepk]

Choosing the Right Travel Accessories to Enhance Your Journey

Traveling can be an enriching experience, but having the right accessories can significantly enhance your journey. From ensuring your belongings are secure to providing added comfort and convenience, the right travel accessories make all the difference. The Hardtop Luggage Collection by Travelagepk offers a range of durable and stylish options, perfect for any traveler. Here’s a guide to choosing the essential travel accessories to complement your hardtop luggage and enhance your travel experience.

1. Luggage Tags and Locks

Luggage Tags: Personalized luggage tags help you easily identify your bags and add a touch of style. Ensure they are sturdy and have a secure attachment.

Locks: Use TSA-approved locks to keep your belongings secure. These locks allow TSA agents to open your luggage for inspection without damaging it.

2. Packing Cubes and Organizers

Packing Cubes: These are essential for keeping your clothes and accessories organized. They help maximize space and make it easier to find items quickly.

Travel Organizers: Consider organizers for electronics, toiletries, and documents. They keep everything in place and prevent items from getting tangled or lost.

3. Portable Chargers and Adapters

Portable Chargers: A high-capacity power bank ensures your devices stay charged throughout your journey, especially during long flights or layovers.

Universal Adapters: A universal travel adapter allows you to use your electronics in any country, making it an essential item for international travel.

4. Travel Pillows and Blankets

Neck Pillows: Memory foam neck pillows provide support and comfort during flights or long car rides, helping you rest better.

Compact Travel Blankets: Lightweight and compact, travel blankets are perfect for keeping warm on chilly flights or in air-conditioned spaces.

5. Toiletry Kits

Hanging Toiletry Bags: These bags keep your toiletries organized and accessible, with multiple compartments for different items. Hanging options are convenient for small bathroom spaces.

Leak-Proof Containers: Invest in leak-proof containers for your liquids and gels to avoid spills and comply with airline regulations.

6. Noise-Canceling Headphones and Earplugs

Noise-Canceling Headphones: These are great for blocking out ambient noise, making your journey more peaceful and enjoyable.

Earplugs: Compact and effective, earplugs are perfect for getting some rest in noisy environments, like airplanes or busy hotels.

7. Travel Wallets and Document Holders

RFID-Blocking Wallets: Protect your personal information with an RFID-blocking wallet, which prevents electronic theft.

Document Holders: Keep your passport, boarding passes, and travel documents organized and easily accessible with a dedicated holder.

8. Compression Socks and Eye Masks

Compression Socks: These improve blood circulation during long flights, reducing the risk of swelling and discomfort.

Eye Masks: An eye mask helps block out light, enabling you to sleep better in various environments.

9. Reusable Water Bottles

Collapsible Water Bottles: Save space with a collapsible water bottle that you can refill after passing through airport security.

Insulated Bottles: Keep your drinks hot or cold for longer periods, perfect for all types of travel climates.

10. Hardtop Luggage Collection by Travelagepk

Durable and Stylish: The Hardtop Luggage Collection by Travelagepk offers robust protection for your belongings with a sleek design.

Multi-Directional Wheels: These provide smooth and effortless movement, making it easy to navigate through airports and streets.

Built-In Security: Features like TSA-approved locks and durable zippers enhance the security of your luggage.

Conclusion

Choosing the right travel accessories can significantly enhance your journey by providing added convenience, security, and comfort. The Hardtop Luggage Collection by Travelagepk, combined with essential accessories like packing cubes, portable chargers, and travel pillows, ensures you travel efficiently and stylishly. Invest in these accessories to make your travel experience more enjoyable and stress-free. Happy travels!

[handbagfashionexpert]

How To Use A Travel Beach Bag For Different Vacations?

A travel beach bag is a versatile accessory that can adapt to various vacation destinations and activities. Here's how you can use a travel beach bag for different types of vacations:

Beach Getaway

For a classic beach vacation, your travel beach bag should be packed with essentials for a day of sun, sand, and sea. Include items like:

Beach Towel: Opt for a lightweight, quick-drying towel that takes up minimal space in your bag.

Sunscreen: Choose a reef-safe sunscreen to protect your skin and the ocean.

Swimsuit: Pack a swimsuit or two, along with a cover-up for when you're not in the water.

Hat and Sunglasses: Protect your face and eyes from the sun with a wide-brimmed hat and UV-blocking sunglasses.

Water Bottle: Stay hydrated throughout the day with a reusable water bottle.

Snacks: Pack some healthy snacks like fruit, nuts, and granola bars to keep you fueled.

Reading Material: Bring along a book or magazine for some beachside relaxation.

Beach Toys: If you're traveling with kids, pack beach toys like buckets, shovels, and inflatable floaties.

Adventure Travel

If your vacation involves outdoor adventures like hiking, kayaking, or exploring, your travel beach bag can serve as a versatile carry-all for your gear. Here's what to pack:

Waterproof Bag: Choose a beach bag with waterproof or water-resistant material to protect your belongings from moisture.

Hiking Essentials: Pack essentials like a map, compass, first aid kit, and snacks for your outdoor excursions.

Sun Protection: Don't forget sunscreen, a hat, and sunglasses to shield yourself from the sun during your adventures.

Hydration System: Consider using a hydration bladder or collapsible water bottle for easy access to water on the go.

Multi-Tool: Bring a compact multi-tool or pocket knife for various tasks during your adventures.

Camera: Capture memories of your outdoor experiences with a waterproof or rugged camera.

Dry Bag: Pack a small dry bag to keep electronics, spare clothes, and other moisture-sensitive items safe and dry.

Portable Charger: Stay connected on the go with a portable charger for your electronic devices.

City Break

Even in urban destinations, a travel beach bag can be a practical accessory for exploring the city. Here's how to use it:

Day Trip Essentials: Pack essentials like a water bottle, sunscreen, and a compact umbrella or rain jacket for exploring the city.

Foldable Tote: Choose a beach bag that folds down compactly for easy storage when not in use.

Reusable Shopping Bag: Use your travel beach bag as a reusable shopping bag for picking up souvenirs or groceries.

Camera or Smartphone: Bring along a camera or smartphone to capture photos of iconic landmarks and cityscapes.

Guidebook or Map: Carry a guidebook or city map to help navigate your way around the city's attractions.

Snacks: Keep snacks like energy bars or trail mix handy for when hunger strikes while sightseeing.

Light Jacket or Scarf: Bring a lightweight jacket or scarf for cooler evenings or air-conditioned indoor spaces.

Entertainment: Pack headphones, a book, or a travel journal to keep yourself entertained during downtime.

Relaxing Retreat

If your vacation is all about relaxation and rejuvenation, your travel beach bag can help create a serene oasis wherever you go. Here's how to use it:

Comfort Items: Pack a cozy blanket, inflatable pillow, and eye mask for maximum comfort during travel and relaxation.

Aromatherapy Essentials: Bring along essential oils, a diffuser, or scented candles to create a calming ambiance in your accommodations.

Yoga Mat or Exercise Band: Maintain your wellness routine with a portable yoga mat or exercise band for stretching and workouts.

Journal or Sketchbook: Use your travel beach bag to carry a journal or sketchbook for reflection, creative expression, or jotting down travel memories.

Healthy Snacks: Stock up on nutritious snacks like fruit, nuts, and herbal teas to nourish your body and mind.

Mindfulness Tools: Pack meditation aids like a meditation app, portable meditation cushion, or calming music for relaxation sessions.

Comfortable Clothing: Choose lightweight, breathable clothing made from natural fibers for maximum comfort during relaxation.

Reading Material: Bring along a selection of books, magazines, or e-books to enjoy leisurely reading by the pool or on the beach.

Conclusion

A travel beach bag is a versatile accessory that can adapt to various vacation destinations and activities. Whether you're planning a beach getaway, adventure travel, city break, or relaxing retreat, your travel beach bag can be customized to meet your specific needs and preferences. By packing essential items and personalizing your bag for different types of vacations, you can ensure you're well-prepared and organized for a memorable and enjoyable travel experience.

[ximena86]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Microfiber Gray Neck Pillow Compact Travel.

[rachellaurengray]

3-Day Stay Travel 🧳 Essentials

Welcome to your ultimate packing guide for a three-day stay, with a focus on athletic attire to help you pack lighter while staying active and comfortable. Whether you're traveling for a weekend getaway or a short business trip, this comprehensive list will ensure you have everything you need for your stay without overpacking. From workout gear to toiletries and travel essentials, you're covered. Let's dive into the details!

Clothing:

1. Three sets of athletic tops and bottoms (moisture-wicking material)

2. Sports bras (enough for three workouts)

3. Athletic socks

4. Workout shoes (comfortable and supportive)

5. Athletic shorts or leggings

6. Tank tops or T-shirts

7. Sweat-wicking headband or hair ties

Toiletries:

1. Travel-sized shampoo, conditioner, and body wash

2. Toothbrush, toothpaste, and dental floss

3. Deodorant

4. Razor and shaving cream

5. Hairbrush or comb

6. Moisturizer and sunscreen

7. Shower shoes or flip-flops (for communal showers, if applicable)

Medications and First Aid:

1. Prescription medications (enough for three days)

2. Over-the-counter pain reliever or muscle rub

3. Band-aids and antiseptic wipes

4. Athletic tape or bandages (if needed)

Workout Gear:

1. Resistance bands or small workout equipment (if you have specific routines)

2. Water bottle (stay hydrated during workouts)

3. Towel (for wiping sweat)

4. Yoga mat (if you plan to do floor exercises)

5. Workout gloves (if lifting weights)

Electronics:

1. Smartphone and charger

2. Headphones or earbuds (for music or workout apps)

Miscellaneous:

1. Travel documents (ID, hotel reservation)

2. Wallet with cash and credit cards

3. Snacks (protein bars, fruit)

4. Water bottle

5. Travel-sized laundry detergent (if needed)

6. Compact umbrella or rain jacket (if applicable)

7. Sunglasses

8. Essential Cosmetics

Entertainment and Comfort:

1. Book or e-reader

2. Travel pillow

3. Eye mask and earplugs

Personal Items:

1. Travel-sized sewing kit

2. Travel-sized stain remover pen

3. Travel-sized lint roller

With this list, you'll have everything you need for a successful and enjoyable three-day stay while keeping your luggage light and organized. Happy travels!